Chapter
Four
I got back to the hotel a couple hours later. I just
wanted to climb in bed and sleep forever and never wake up. I sat on the
edge of the bed across from the mirror. My whole face was red from crying.
I felt so disgusted. I laid back and crawled under the cover.
Just minutes later the door swung open and AJ's head
popped in.
"Hey. How'd it go?" he asked as he stepped in the room
and shut the door.
"Fine." I lied. "I feel really sick."
"Don't worry, babe. It'll go away." And with that he
went to the bathroom and shut the door.
"Bastard." I whispered to myself.
The ironic part was that I still loved him. I loved
him with all my heart and he asked me to do something so...so murderous and
I agreed. Maybe it was the thought of losing him. I knew I could never have
him forever. I was leaving him next week, although he didn't know that.
"Babe, I gotta run." he said as he emerged from the
bathroom.
"AJ?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going back to Florida."
"Huh?"
"I hate it here!" I yelled. "I never wanna come back
to Europe! I never wanna be stuck on a stuffy bus for 5 months! I'm going
back to Florida!"
"Fine." he said. "It's not like I give a fuck anyway."
He slammed the door and I was left with his last words
lingering in my mind.
"He never gave a fuck, did he?" I asked myself.
